good morning, hong kong.
the year is coming to its end. november came too fast and it will leave too fast. I am trying to tie up some loose ends but I am having a lot of trouble with it. things that never should have happened, happened. I picked up the pieces of myself, scattered all around. and I wasn’t alone. for which I am immensely grateful. I was never alone despite the loneliness sometimes. but that’s expected. it’s been one of those quiet few days. I am mostly at home, in silence and solitude. I saw an old friend last night, after five or six months. it made me realize how much has changed since the last time we saw each other; we’ve been through a lot. I know it’s too soon to be thinking about the year’s end but it is already here. maybe it’s because I am so eager for this year to finish. I don’t know. things haven’t been easy, things haven’t been as anyone expected them. at all. but that’s okay, right?
a beautiful, late morning. we keep the balcony door opened now. the air is fresh and chilly. a cup of coffee sits next to me as the words appear on the screen. there’s barely any effort to it and I’ve been waiting for this. I am back to writing lists, to noting down any idea that comes to me because I am tired of them slipping away and being forgotten just because I am too lazy to take out a pencil and scribble it down. films and books have piled up in my room and they’re just waiting. everything and everyone is just waiting. and I am going to do something about it.
two days ago, the only thing I wanted was to leave this city as soon as possible. mornings like this change my mind. something always changes my mind.